Once The Fired Stone Is Out Of

I See My Work Plagiarized In Gardening Programmes And Decorating Programmes And Car Adverts, And I Suppose I Have To Accept That's Just The Way Art Gets Assimilated Into Culture.

I've Laid Down In Dried Up Streambeds, Leaving A Shadow. And Then, Five Minutes Later, It's Flash Flooded, And Where I Once Laid Is Now Running Water, Which Would've Washed Me Away, You Know? There's That Power And Danger Often In Places That Look So Calm And Pastoral To Begin With.

Three Or Four Stones In One Firing Will All React Differently. I Try To Achieve A Balance Between Those That Haven't Progressed Enough And Those About To Go Too Far.

Complete Control Can Be The Death Of A Work.

Some Of The Snowballs Have A Kind Of Animal Energy. Not Just Because Of The Materials Inside Them, But In The Way That They Appear Caged, Captured.